"Let's draw a picture of each other, whatever you want!"
Krystal suddenly proposed, and as he spoke, he took out three pens and placed them on the coffee table, deliberately placing the middle one down a little.
"Hmm."
Yang Mo nodded, took the pen in the middle, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally together.
Then, Krystal showed the beauty of the defects in the painting: the flower that lacked one petal was still the eight, because she knew that Yang Mo's favorite numbers were three and nine; an eight-legged octopus, seven brachiopods left-handed, and one right-handed; A man with his palms together, next to the note: The man who washed his hands twice......
Seeing Krystal's work, Yang Mo's face couldn't help twitching, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Krystal and said, "It's really hard for you, painting so many things, it must have taken a lot of energy!"
” "Inside, Yang Mo, this is what I painted for you, you must keep it, next time I don't see it, you can look at it yourself!
How about you look at my new hairstyle, pretty?
” Krystal didn't say that he hadn't noticed that the hairstyle that was usually parted in the middle was now open, with one side on his chest and the other behind his back.
Extremely unbalanced!
Yang Mo's fingers were dancing, and he was about to go crazy: "You have to be like this!?"
” "What's wrong with me?"
Krystal said with a puzzled look on his face.
"You know it yourself!"
Yang Mo almost gritted his teeth and said.
"Know what?
Is my hairstyle not good-looking?
” Why don't you usually see such a naughty Zheng Xiujing?
Why didn't I make the cucumber goulash dish when she came?
Why didn't I put a few apples in her mango smoothie?
Yang Mo looked at Krystal fiercely, startling her, and just as Krystal wanted to say something, he saw Yang Mo pounce on him.
Yang Mo held Krystal down and rubbed her head vigorously until her hair was messy.
Krystal was startled by Yang Mo at first, until she felt the big hand on top of her head playing with her hair wantonly, she understood, struggled hard, and broke away at once.
Her speed was too slow, and Yang Mo kneaded her into a crazy woman before she reacted.
Krystal scratched at his hair, feeling the mess.
"Yike!!
Do you want to die, Yang Mo!
Krystal yelled and punched Yang Mo.
I shouldn't teach you how to fight, how ladylike you used to be, but now you're a violent maniac!
Yang Mo held Krystal's wrist, Krystal, who was used to punching with her right hand, completely forgot that her hand was still in a state of injury, if this punch was hammered, her hand would hurt for several days, after all, the body that could withstand the side effects of the control mode was not ordinarily strong.
"You brought it on yourself, who told you to play tricks on me like this."
"You......
I only punched you with my right hand, but I didn't use my left hand, are you very uncomfortable?
Krystal, who was still angry, suddenly smiled.
Yang Mo choked, it was nothing, but when she said it, she really felt this way, but he still didn't let go: "Who would want others to beat him, you underestimate me too much." ” "Oh, really?"
Krystal looked at him with a smirk.
"Let's go out and play, it's not good to stay at home all the time."
Yang Mo proposed.
"You don't keep thinking about me hitting you, you're so perverted!"
Krystal said exaggeratedly, covering his mouth.
"Where are we going?
Namsan Tower or Blue House?
Yang Mo looked like he was consulting Krystal's opinion.
"Actually, it's okay if you want me to hit you, if you make me angry, then I'll promise you."
Krystal made his own request, and the two talked to themselves, without the slightest intention of answering each other's words.
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Yang Mo looked at Krystal and yelled at her: "Yes, I like SM, hit me!"
” Well, Yang Mo actually doesn't like both SMs.
Krystal was shocked and glared at him with open eyes: "You actually like this kind of ...... way, I misread you!
” "Ravage me as much as you want, and wave at me with your left hand, don't you think I'm too hateful?
Do you want to hit me in particular?
Don't hesitate, come on, friendly reminder, if your right hand is solid, you may not be able to move for several more days. ” Krystal looked angry, and then swung her right fist over, she was sure that Yang Mo would not let her hand hurt again.
Sure enough, she guessed correctly, Yang Mo grabbed her wrist again: "Okay, stop playing, I'll light the fragrance if I continue to play." ” Krystal still remembered that thing, since she was scared last time, Yang Mo had never lit the incense in front of her, so her impression of the incense was still stuck in the concept of drugs, and the feeling of being bored was really terrifying.
"Okay, stop playing."
Krystal compromised, and she knew it might not be good to play any longer.
"Apples."
Krystal suddenly remembered and reminded Yang Mo to eat quickly, but it turned a little yellow.
The taste of apples that have been left for a long time will deteriorate, Yang Mo quickly finished eating them, and the two of them collapsed on the sofa and flipped through the book.
But Krystal didn't seem to pay much attention to it, and asked as he flipped through the magazine in his hand.
"Yang Mo, I'll shoot a pictorial tomorrow, will you go?"
"Pictorial?
Go!
” A person has no motivation to go out, which is also one of the reasons why Yang Mo spends most of his time at home, now that Krystal wants to shoot the pictorial, Yang Mo naturally wants to follow, and he is also quite curious, how the pictorial is filmed.
"But what about the injuries on your body, will it have any effect?"
Yang Mo looked at the shallow marks on Krystal's leg and asked.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it."
"Hmm~ when is tomorrow?
I'll drive the car to make it easier and I'll follow you when the time comes. ” "In the afternoon," Krystal put the book on the coffee table, "and we can have dinner outside, I'll shoot with Ernie!"
” Yang Mo nodded: "Well, Sika is still quite beautiful, but his temper is a little worse."
Looks like I'm still in for a treat. ” Krystal shook his index finger, "No, it was Ernie who said he was going to invite you to dinner." ” This is surprising, I was disdainful of myself before, but tomorrow I will be invited to dinner, is it ......
There is a conspiracy?
She ......
Want to borrow money from me?
Yang Mo asked cautiously.
Krystal looked at him with a ridiculous expression: "What do you think!
How could Ernie ask you to borrow money. ” "Then why did she invite me to dinner?"
Yang Mo was very puzzled, no matter what he thought, he couldn't figure out why the tsundere woman would invite him to dinner.
"You'll find out then."
Yang Mo saw that Krystal didn't want to speak, so he didn't ask much, just continued to flip through the book, and the words were cut off.
The two are really similar to each other in a way, just like now, when they talk and suddenly stop talking, without warning, or maybe they suddenly don't want to talk.
Yang Mo likes the reclining chair in the flower room, but Krystal likes to nest on the soft sofa, so Yang Mo also sits on the sofa with her.
He had been reading in a relaxed, couch posture since he sat down, and Krystal did like him at first, but slowly took off his shoes, squatted on the couch, and then gradually relaxed and became lying down.
The sun in summer is very poisonous, and the entire wall of Yang Mo's living room is glass, but there is no direct sunlight, so it is bright but not hot, although there is an air conditioner inside, but it is undeniable that Yang Mo's house is very good.
Yang Mo, who was silent in the bright sunlight and wandering in the boundless sea of books, suddenly felt that he had been kicked, but he didn't care, because he thought it was an inadvertent touch when Krystal stretched his leg.
"Ah, play with me!"
Krystal shouted, she kicked Yang Mo just now, but Yang Mo didn't react, and then put her foot on his lap to get his attention.
Yang Mo put down the book, looked at the foot on his leg, the white sock, the tip of his left foot was empty, Yang Mo held Krystal's little foot to help her put the socks on.
Krystal was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but struggle, but Yang Mo, who didn't put on her socks neatly, wouldn't let go, until Yang Mo was satisfied, her feet were withdrawn, and then she never stretched out again.
"Play what?
I've been moving in for so long, and I don't really see anything interesting about it.
Yang Mo said with a frown.
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"Isn't this your house, you're talking like you just moved in!"
Krystal looked at him with a funny expression.
"There are places you know better than I do."
Yang Mo said unhurriedly.
Krystal excitedly proposed, "I see there's a pool table upstairs, let's go play billiards." ” Yang Mo glanced at her: "Billiards skills are very high?"
” "Hmm!"
Krystal nodded.
"You want to abuse me?"
"I'm amazing!"
Krystal clenched his little fists.
Seeing the arrogance on Krystal's face, Yang Mo raised his eyebrows: "Then come on." ” The two came to the game room specially built by Yang Mo on the third floor, with a billiard table in the middle, and several game consoles next to it, and the rest of the place was empty, the place was not small, and it was not bad to hold a small party, but Yang Mo obviously would not be the initiator, and obviously, there were not many people who could be the initiator.
"Hit what?
I'll only be Chinese-style eight-ball and Slok.
Yang Mo asked as he cleaned up.
"Chinese-style eight-ball, this one is simpler, practice first."
Yang Mo put the ball in place: "Who sends it, what suit do you want?"
” "You hair, monochrome."
Yang Mo tilted his head: "Okay." ” The white ball was hit, unfortunately it didn't go in.
Krystal smiled, picked up her cue and looked at the table, walked over to the white ball, bowed down, aligned, hit, and the monochrome ball went in.
Krystal smiled proudly at Yang Mo, but Yang Mo didn't care, and the corners of his mouth hooked up and smiled slightly.
The second goal was scored again, the third, the fourth goal was scored, and the fifth goal was noted.
Yang Mo walked to the white ball with a rod and hit it at will, the white ball knocked the two-color ball in, until all seven two-color balls were in, Yang Mo began to play the black ball, and he also deliberately raised his chin at Krystal.